call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh

I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...

we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:

sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine

between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old

yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…

I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold

at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table

I blacked out after that. I guess I had consumed more whiskey than I thought. I don’t remember arriving at Nicole’s. I awakened in the morning with my back to somebody in a strange bed....

there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same

Jimmy Hatcher worked part time in a grocery store. While none of us could get jobs he could always get one. He had his little movie star face and his mother had a great body. With his f...

the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)